the dark, sensuous
touch, much running into tunnels, bled dry, cursing beats, meanwhile, into a
nightmare.
I wanted like
hurting, thirsty for anniversary, rolling through Long Beach.
never would dance,
I see how they walk, hearing something, it keeps screaming, I made a pie!
unfasten like
once, try to come back, it’s a miracle, it never happens.
re-steer me, much
glory, at passion ‘til she bleeds; laughing, sheets replaced, seated, with a leak.
I ride diesel. I feel
an ego. it’s not my own. who the hell inside me?
I knew she was
gold, I trespassed, I needed to feel her—in any capacity; voices screaming, an
exaggeration, a soul must be careful—at psych work, Love coming back, it was me
in a mirror—surfing, dancing, trying to bold justice.
it’s funny, to
shiver over sounds, scrubbing at a doorway, diamonds on tether, laughing when
they saw me.
a tender castle,
too much, I keep asking for tighter, more deliberate, much a fortune tale.
